DRS - Gangsta Lean lyrics

This song's dedicated to my homies In that gangsta lean Why'd you have to go so soon It seems like yesterday We were hanging round the hood Now I'm gonna keep your memories alive Like a homie should A life time of memories Going down the drain I'd like to keep stepping But I can't get past the pain I tip my forty to your memory Take a drink and I start to think And I, I know one day soon we'll be We'll be hanging out This is for my homies (This is for my homies, well, well) See you when I get there In that gangsta lean In that gangsta lean This is for my homies (This is for my homies, well) See you when I get there In that gangsta lean In that gangsta lean My God, my God Would you pa** on a message for me Ha, tell him, put down those Dice for a second, Lord Listen to his homie Could you tell him I'll never let go of his memory So his son will know You don't have to cry no more Cause God's got his back I said God's got his back A lifetime of memories (Lifetime of memories) Going down the drain (Going down the drain) I'd like to keep stepping (I would, oh, no) But I can't get past the pain I tip my forty to your memory Take a drink and I start to think And I, I know one day soon we'll be We'll be hanging out This is for my homies (This is for my homies) See you when I get there In that gangsta lean In that gangsta lean This is for my homies (You know I miss you) (You know I miss you, my homies) See you when I get there In that gangsta lean In that gangsta lean This song is dedicated to my homies In that gangsta lean Tommy from Master's Touch My boy, EB and my boy, Ebeer And whoever else out there that Got a homie that's in a gangsta lean And also, my boys in the pen That ain't never gonna see the street again Cause you know what It don't matter what they was Doing while they was here They coulda been banging, slanging But they ain't here no more Now somebody's dead Somebody's baby That's somebody's homie So go on and let em rest in peace While they in that gansta lean You know what I'm saying That's on the real low This is for my homies (I can't believe that you're gone) See you when I get there (I'll see you, I'll see you) (I'll see you) This is for my homies (Now that you're in that gangsta lean) (Well, well, well, well) See you when I get there (I'm so sorry you're gone But I've got to keep on) This is for my homies (I gotta keep on) (I gotta keep moving) (Moving, moving, moving) See you when I get there (I'll see you, I'll see you One day, someday...